blacknoxxx

By a long time, I'd seen a lot of dreams falling and I couldn't do nothing at all. So many wishes and expectations, that I was drowning into a sea of empty promisses that I've made to me. Was a time of lost and waste. But the time of changing finaly did come. Time to put my feets on the ground and start over again.

A couple of empty wine bottles and fourty cigarettes after, I realize that left behind all of this will be my best choice. How I'd said before: start over again.
The book that I'm writting is on half way to finish, my musics are in progress to move for another level, my heart was put on the garbage and my lungs still black. "Everything is going as planned" and when July comes, I hope have a lot of work to do. This is all I want and this is all I really need.

If everything happen as I wish, "Me and the Knife" will be a real thing, and will have someking of feeling and emotion to share with a whole world starting from here.

I hope so.

Me and the Knife
Solitude of the Godless Astronaut

Only wait for this...